"So, how have you been?" "Since yesterday? I've been just fine. Here at the ministry is boring, as always. You?" "Fine if you are." "You always say that." "Because it's true." Draco blandly replied. 'Why can she not get it,' He thought to himself, 'years of working with this dictionary of a girl, and she still has not caught on.' "That doesn't make any sense. A person can not feel a certain way because another person feels the exact same, so you must, even if I influenced your feelings, have some say in them. So, what do you truly feel right now." "...oh, me? I told you, I'm fine." He secretly coughs the word "bookworm" into his elbow. "So, how's weasel getting along? I expect he's doing worse than you." "Yes, Ron's a pain, but I think that you should let it go, Draco. He's alright with this as well as I am. The divorce didn't change our friendship." "I know, I know. But he deserves to suffer more than just through a divorce. He cheated, Hermione! You know, if I had some face paint and mulch, I could..." "No, Draco! You know we are both trying to move on, and with another person, he can get a head start." "Who are you going to move on with?" "Me, well I don't know. How am I supposed to know? I can't-" "Would you go out with me?" -see the future, Draco. What did you say?" "Would you go out with me?" The pair had been walking to their shared office, and Hermione had suddenly come to a stop. She looked at him, in interest and in confusion, as he continued walking. She ran to catch up to him, as they were almost there. "Well?" "Why?" She responded, awestruck. "Why? God, Hermione, learn to take a compliment!" "I'm serious! Why in the world would you want to go out with me?" "Since you broke up with weasel." "Really?" "Well it really started when Ginny and Blaise- "Wait, Ginny and Blaise? Together?" "You didn't know? They are sending their wedding invitations as soon as they decide if Weasel can come. Anyways, they hinted that something was going on between us awhile ago." "Really? Uh, yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, as in I will go on a date with you. Where shall you take me on this date?" "How about that small restaurant down the street? What was it, George's Cafe?" "Sounds nice. Assuming that we are going after work." "Yes. We shall." The two of them then went into their office in the law department of the ministry, and we're happier than usual. They received strange stares all day.